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I'm the cautious guy in this outfit, not you." Within twenty-four hours Clay heard some one pounding wildly on the outer door of the apartment and the voice of the cautious guy imploring haste. "Lemme in, Clay. Hurry! Hurry!" he shouted. Lindsay was at the door in four strides, but he did not need to see the stricken woe of his friend's face to guess what had occurred.
"But yer gotter go back, Marse Harry," he moaned. "He ain't 'sponsible these days. He didn't know ye! Come 'long, son; come back wid ol' Alec; please come, Marse Harry. Oh, Gawd! ye GOTTER come!" "No, I'll go home to-night another day I'll " "Ye ain't got no home but dis, I tell ye! Go tell him who ye is lemme run tell him. I won't be a minute. Oh! Marse Harry, I can't let ye go!
Shane but, lemme tell you, ma'am, friendly like, you want to be careful how you tell that yarn 'cause they's chance fer a perfectly good slander case against you!" "What nonsense!" but Fifi paled a little under her delicate rouge. "No nonsense whatsomever. But here's the point. Was there a witness to that conversation?" "Why, let me see.
Now, all you gentlemen have asked me what I can do. I'll just show you. See them two fellers lyin' down by the buggy?" "Yep; one of 'em owns me. T'other broke me," said Rod. "Get 'em out here in the open, an' I'll show you something. Lemme hide back o' you peoples, so 's they won't see what I'm at." "Meanin' ter kill 'em?" Rod drawled.
"What did he say?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "He said," Mr. Dooley replied, "that I cud write as good a wan mesilf; an' he took th' stub iv a pencil, an' wrote this. Lemme see Ah! here it is: 'Whin he shows as seekin' frindship with paws that're thrust in thine, That is th' time iv pearl, that is th' thruce iv th' line.
Even to Uncle Jap, unversed in such high matters as finance, it seemed plain that Leveson & Company were to have the dollars, and that to him, the star-spangled epitome of Yankee grit and get-there were to be apportioned the cents. "Lemme see," he said, with the slow, puzzled intonation of the man who does not understand; "I own this yere oil " "Subject to the mortgage, Mr. Panel, I believe?"
You musta had a spell of craziness! This is awful! Try to sleep. If only you don't get a spell Sleep please!" "You wait! Guy with the collar on wrong side round he's the one; he's the one!" "Yes yes, honey. Try to sleep!" "I wanna dream I'm Rockefeller. If there's one thing I want to dream, it's Rockefeller." "Not now not now " "Lemme go to sleep like a king." "Yes, honey." "Like a king," I said.
Professor Ryan, late physical instructor at one of the aviation camps, stood Hawksley in front of him and ran his hard hands over the young man's body. Miss Frances stood at one side, her arms folded, her expression skeptical. "Nothin' the matter with you, Bo, but the crack on the conk." "Right-o!" agreed Hawksley. "Lemme see your hands. Humph. Soft. Now stand on that threshold. That's it.
It does not do to be too keen. "It's a good un," Wilford said with pride. "It's a Rodger, mind ye two blades." "Name yer price," Patsey condescended, after a deliberate examination. "Lemme ride all week, ord'rin' and deliv'rin'." "Not much, I won't," Patsey declared stoutly. "You can ride three days for it." Wilford began to whimper, but just then the butcher cart whirled around the corner.
He thrust his hands deep in his pockets and sank into that attitude of dejection common to drunkards. Suddenly he pulled himself up. "'Shblood! Here's Richard t' draw from. Lemme have fifty pounds, Richard." "Not a farthing," I said, unmoved. "You say wha' shall be done with my father's money!" he cried. "I call tha' damned cool Gad's life! I do. Eh, Courtenay?"
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